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Oct 2015
My palms on your
*******. Yesterday.
Things felt good then;
Kinda like love.

It's also called
Yesterday.
Today, I'm a whispered
*******.

Today I'm heavy air.
Render me hobby.
I have fewer feelings
Than a stone.

That's what you loved
About me. What you
Wanted to
Change.
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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